AN O’SHEA FAMILY STORY

Robert O’Shea—I was born in 1974, the third son of Captain Jack. I was a good student all through high school and did not have any trouble getting into a well-known University. I am not going to tell you where. It was not Mississippi State. Dad and one of my older brothers and his wife had all graduated from State and I wanted to go where everybody did not know me or my family. I majored in what was called ‘pre-law’. I did not want to be a lawyer, but I wanted to go into law enforcement. You know, like an FBI agent or maybe a U.S. Marshall. I had an uncle that was county sheriff for over 30 years. I might want to do that.

I was still figuring it out when I graduated and decided to talk to the recruiters. First, I talked to the Marines. After I told him what my major was, I asked what they could offer me. I got the standard reply, “Pack, rifle and a hard way to go. The Marines will put you where they need you.”

The Army recruiter guaranteed me a Military Police unit. I signed up.

After four years of chasing drunk drivers and breaking up fights in the different clubs on base (enlisted and officers) I decided that an army career was not for me. I got out before the first plane hit the towers.

I wanted to open my own private investigations company. Not your typical tv detective but using the internet and all the new spyware that was just coming on the market. I went back to school and got a master’s degree in computer science.

During my last semester I worked as a graduate assistant in one of the beginning computer classes. That’s where I met Leann. She was beautiful. She had long legs, nice size breasts and green eyes. All of this was topped with the prettiest red hair I had seen since my mother’s. I was smitten at first sight. The only problem, Leann was dumb as a rock. How she ever got accepted at this University is a mystery to this day. It had to be a clerical error. I dated her even after she flunked out. Six months later I asked her to marry me. She accepted and we married. By then I had started my business.

It took off right from the start. There are a lot of cheating wives and husbands. Lawyers wanted proof. My company was there to provide it. We did other investigations also. We did fraud and theft investigations as well as some insurance work. I had grown from a one-man shop to a secretary and ten agents in just three years. My home life was great. Leann and I were having sex 5 or 6 times a week. She was a wildcat in bed, and nothing was off the table. I was happy until she said she wanted to get a job. I told her she did not have to work. We did not need the money. I tried to convince her that her job was to take care of me, and she was just as responsible for the success of the company as I was. She kept me happy and kept the house stress free and I was able to function so much better knowing that she was there for me. She would not take no for an answer. She cried and whined so I broke down and told her she could come to work at the company.

She screamed, “NO, that’s not what I want or need. I want to make it on my own. I want people to see me being successful and smart. If I work for you, they will think I am just the owner’s wife who got tired of sitting at home and he found me something to do to pacify me. No, I want to go out in the workplace and find myself something I can do.”

Thank God I dodged that bullet. She is ‘computer illiterate’ and I don’t think she would like sales. And let’s face it, my business demands a degree of discretion. In other words, we do not talk about our cases outside of the office. Leann on the other hand is a big gossip. She is constantly on the phone with her sister or her mother and they talk about everything. I would be out of business or dead in two months if I allowed her to work with me. Seeing I could not talk her out of going to work, I told her to start looking in the help wanted ads and she might find something.

Every day for about a week I came home to listen to her talk about filling out applications. She was applying for jobs as a bookkeeper, a lab technician, even one as a physician’s assistant. She said all the people were really nice and would call her when they made a decision. I could just imagine them trying not to laugh in her face. This went on for about 2 weeks and then I came home to find her jumping around and screaming that she had got a job. She had applied for a job as an accountant, but the company had an opening for a receptionist if she was interested. She was and she was hired! She would start on Monday.

All weekend was spent watching her try on what she would be wearing to work. She was so happy with herself and her being happy meant lots of sex for me. I did not complain. The name of the company was J. Reynolds Steel. It was started about 30 years ago by James Reynolds, hence the name. In the last 20 years or so he had sold off about 40 percent of the company stock, but he remained the controlling partner. The big news was, according to their website, they were preparing the papers to go public. Their IPO (initial public offering) was tentatively scheduled for around the first week of December.

Monday rolled around and she got ready and left early to be there on time. That evening she looked upset and I asked what was wrong. She was under the impression that a receptionist met people at the door and escorted them to where they wanted to go, like in a restaurant, but no, she had to answer the phone, and it was a complicated system. There were ten telephone lines on her phone and after greeting the caller she had to transfer them to who they wanted to talk to. In the afternoon she had started to get the hang of it and she thinks tomorrow would not be as bad as today. I cannot begin to imagine the problems she caused at the steel company. She did tell me that after lunch a secretary, who was not very busy, had sat with her and helped her. The rest of the week went well I guess because there did not seem to be any more stressful days. I was back to getting my brains fucked out every night. In fact, the next month went by without a problem. She got her paycheck and was so happy to show it to me. A little more than minimum wage but it made her happy and I was happy for her.

It was the start of her second month there that it happened. She came home all excited. The owner of the company, she was told to call him Jim, had sat down with her in the lunchroom. He was so nice. He wanted to know all about her and her life. She lied and said she had to drop out of college after two years to help her parents. He asked if she was happy in her marriage and if she was planning on starting a family anytime soon.

I know everybody has heard of the ‘Spidey’ sense. Mine was now on full alert. I tried to tell her that these are not appropriate questions to ask in the workplace. She would not listen and I did not push it. I told her to be careful and not get sucked into a trap she could not get out of. She said I was being overprotective. She told me Jim was 59 years old. His wife had died 5 years ago and that he was just lonely. His kids had moved to Florida, and he did not get to see them very often. His wife had been a red head just like her and that is why he was taking an interest in her. Again, I warned her, that was not an appropriate conversation in the workplace.

Two days later she told me Jim had taken her out to lunch at a nice steakhouse. During lunch he once again mentioned how much she looked like his former wife that he missed so much. He had asked her if she would like to apply for the position of his personal assistant. Her pay would increase dramatically and there would be some travel. That is why he had asked about her marriage and starting a family.

Maybe, still not appropriate in my mind.

My ‘Spidey sense’ was on full alert. Something was not right. I love my wife with all my heart, but I know her limitations. Okay, she’s a dumb ass! Why would the president of a multi-million-dollar company that is about to go public want a personal assistant with an IQ slightly above a dog? I saw dogs in the army that had more common sense than her!

I told her I did not agree with the idea of her taking the job as Jim’s personal assistant. I asked her to quit. I told her we could start our family. She wanted to have three kids and now would be a good time to start.

That got me locked out of the bedroom and sleeping in the spare bedroom for the night.

At work the next morning I called my best two agents into my office. I ordered a full workup on Mr. James Reynolds and J. Reynolds and Company. I also ordered a full surveillance on my wife from the time she left the house until she gets home at night. I got a couple of strange looks from one of the guys and asked if he had a problem. He said, “Boss, you know how these things go. Where there is smoke there is usually fire. I just want to know how far we take this. Do you want film, audio, photos or just times and days if there is something going on. And like we always ask the client, ‘Are you ready to see and accept the truth?’ You know as well as us this could mean the end of your marriage.”

I looked at them for a minute and then said, “I want everything you can get if they are having an affair. Wire her for sound, get photos and video of them together. But if they are not and it is all like she is trying to convince me I want to know that also.” They asked when to start and I told them today. She was still at home but would be leaving for work in a few minutes. They rushed out the door and said they would get back to me when she returned home tonight. I got busy doing a deeper dive into Jim and his business.

I found a lot of things that did not jive with what he was telling my wife. I made copies of everything I found and started a file. At four thirty I got a call that I had made to many clients in the same mess that I now find myself in. Leann and Jim had left for lunch at 11:30. They had taken his car to the Marriott Hotel where they had lunch in the restaurant. My agent said he had a good recording of the conversation but the short of it was she was offered the job of personal assistant. She accepted and they celebrated with a couple of drinks. He told her she would be spending a lot of time with him and they should enjoy their time together. He suggested they get a room and continue the celebration. They went to room 708 at 12:25 and left the room at 3:45. He had pictures of them entering and leaving the room.

“Boss, I spent some of your money getting the staff to talk to me and it seems that this is the first time any of them have seen her here with him. He has been here with another woman, but she is a blonde with bigger tits than your wife. Sorry.”

“No need to be. It is what it is”.

“One other thing: he stopped by the hotel this morning and got the room. I think we should watch him and if he does this again, I can get in the room and wire it for video. Is that what you want?”

“Yes. Put an agent on him in the morning and for the rest of the week. If he gets a room get it wired.”

I hung up and grabbed my briefcase with the file I was creating and my laptop. On the drive home I was thinking about how to handle this problem. I love my wife, and I have since I first saw her. I really want to have kids and live the rest of my life with her. This seems to be the first time she has been unfaithful, so I am thinking I am going to give her the benefit of the doubt. I will again tell her I want her to quit her job and us to start a family. She will either feel so guilty about what she did this afternoon that she will agree or I will again sleep in the spare room.

I slept in the spare room.

There was no guilt at all. I was the bad guy. She is now making almost $75,000 a year! She is also going to get a stock option when the company goes public and a giant Christmas bonus. I am just jealous because she is making more than me!

I told you this girl is dumb. I want to take that back; she is just plain stupid. My company has just passed the million-dollar mark in sales for the year, and it is only June. Besides that, my share of the O’Shea family trust will pay me more than that this year. If I wanted, I could buy J. Reynolds and company.

But sleeping in the spare room did do two things for me. First, it got me away from her so I would not wake up in the middle of the night and kill her. Second, I would not be getting sloppy seconds from Jim. I was going to have to take some of the advice that I give to clients. Fake a groin injury or a urinary tract infection. There are too many diseases out there that have no cure to take a chance with this. And this Jim guy has been seeing a blonde with big tits. Who is she? Maybe a hooker or some slut he picked up in a bar. Either way I am not going to chance it.

I got up early and was dressed and out of the house before I heard her go to the bathroom. I ate at the local greasy spoon café and headed to work. The lead agent on the case met me in my office. He had the photos and the audio he had recorded. He told me another agent was at my house waiting on Leann to leave for work and another at Jim’s to see if he would stop at a hotel to get a room. If he did the agent would call him and he would plant the video cameras himself. He also thought it would be a good idea to put cameras in my house. That way if she took him home for lunch, we would get video. Good idea, I had not thought of that. Surely, she would not take him to our house, or would she?

I gave him the okay to wire the house.

At about 9 am I got a call and was told that Jim had not stopped to rent a room so it looked like they would not be going anywhere today. The lead agent came in and said he had sent her some flowers in my name with a note telling her how proud of her I am for getting that personal assistant job. Of course it is a Trojan horse. In the bottom is a bug that will pick up any sound with-in about 25 feet. He had another of our agents deliver the flowers. This agent carried a hidden camera and recorded her new office and the layout of the entire front office. Leann let him bring the big bouquet of roses directly into Jim’s big office. She did not have her own office. She had a desk in his. That is very convenient. Like for morning blowjobs or maybe ‘nooners’ bent over the desk when they do not have time to go to a hotel. My mind is really inventing things that may never happen. But whatever happens in that office we will hear it and record it.

Absolutely nothing happened that morning. It seemed like Jim was busy taking care of some disgruntled customer. It really did not seem that Leann had much to do except to get his coffee. At lunch she went out and brought back sub sandwiches and sodas. More just normal business until about 3:30. That is when my agent buzzed me and asked if I was listening to the flower mike. I said I was and he again said, “Sorry”.